the happy medium

I've gone what? 2 weeks without discussing my boobs? Craziness!
How have you all survived? Hahaha.

Anywhooo, I wanted to write about the happy medium I've found with feeding the Critter. As you may recall, I began weaning her from the boob about a month ago (longer? I can't remember how long it's been). We subbed one feed with formula, and she got a bit umm...backed up. Prune juice intervened, and her bowels righted themselves. With some monumental poops. Seriously, prolific poop. I took pictures.

We then began a second formula feed, and she got backed up again. Prune juice to the rescue again. More giant poop. But now she's farty too. It's not really bothering her too much, but it is waking her up at night, and therefore waking me up too. We switch her to a different formula, and the farts decrease.

Meanwhile, my boobs were adjusting. I was feeding her boob juice first thing in the morning, in the early afternoon, and again before bed. My boobs began cluing in, and let me sleep through the night. They entertained the idea of doing yoga again. They stopped hurting all the freaking time.

Which brings us to today. 2 formula feeds each day, and the rest boob juice. And this seems to be working, for both of us. Critter is sleeping well, growing well. My boobs are no longer the bane of my existence. So here we will stay, for the foreseeable future. I'm hoping til 6 months.

We can have both. And both be happy with the compromise. Another example of the golden rule of parenting, as I'm discovering over and over again: Stay flexible and things will work out.